Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

95Debs tottered out of the study like a drunkensailor on shore leave. She kept her fists balled in herblazer pockets to avoid the temptation of rubbing.According to the protocols she was required toproceed directly to the lecture room but she decidedto risk making a brief detour to a nearby bathroom.She stared at herself in the mirror. She lookeddisheveled. During spanking the knot of her tie hadslipped down and her blouse looked crumpled. Herface was ashen and her hair needed brushing.She reached under her skirt and very gentlyrolled down her bumbags. She winced as she peeledthe material off the throbbing weals. She raised herskirt and inspected her backside in the mirror. It wasa mess. Ms Lawton had been extremely thorough.She had not missed a centimeter of Deborah’s bumduring the spanking and the flesh was still pulsating.The center of her buttocks were covered with thin redstripes in a very tight formation. The last stroke hadcut across the existing stripes. She winced as she ranher fingers along the weals.She found a paper towel and doused it withcold water. She pressed it against her poorbeleaguered bum. After a few minutes she driedherself off and replaced her bumbags.She washed her face and brushed her hair.She straightened her tie and picked up her satchel.With considerable lack of enthusiasm at the prospectof having to plonk her wounded arse on a hardwooden chair seat she wriggled off towards thelecture rooms.At every opportunity Deborah’s chums ralliedaround to comfort and console her. Debs’ recent trials